We World Wide

(album: Fat Camp - 2015)

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

[Fat Nick:]
Balling, balling now, my team be balling out
Stunting, stunting now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we stunting out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now
Balling, balling now, my team be balling out
Stunting, stunting now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we stunting out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now

Pocket rocket when I walk, if he talk, I let it pop
Trap the trap, man, fuck the cops, I pray they families fucking drop
Lean in me, money fiend, Satan always watching me
Surrounding me, loving me, labels say they after me
Fuck this shit, I been on top, pouring fours, I hope I drop
Smartphone flex, I work this pot, go work the work, I never stop
Jugg-Jugging out the coupe, two four-fours shoot
First I run up then I caught 'em then I shoot 'em in the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, coming up by the meter
Always got the baddest bitch, my ex lil' mad, she wasn't shit
Ksubi fit with pistol grip, gon' cock it back and watch 'em dip
Ski mask now, bitch, I'm 'bout to kick doors
If I catch 'em [?]
Twenty shots go and I'm hunting, 'boutta blow
Thumpa been tucked, bucked, fuck a pussy, let it go
Always up, I'm coming up
Too much lean, I can't stand up
All these groupies loving me
They wanna fuck and swallow me
Ninth grade drop out, man, fuck school
Jugg the jugg, we made it, too
Trap house drugs, fuck love, I lust
Can't take yo' shit, we counting bucks

Balling, balling now, my team be balling out
Stunting, stunting now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we stunting out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now
Balling, balling now, my team be balling out
Stunting, stunting now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we stunting out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now

[Eddy Baker:]
Shining, you can't see now, eating fettuccini now
Bitch, I came up like a bird floating in the clouds
Yeah, you know I copped them pounds
Used to flip that quarter ounce
Plus I made that fourteen bounce
Dirt all in my bank account
Pistol at my auntie house
Trap shit, what you ain't about
Game's a bitch, I ate her out
I never ever take her out
All my shows be selling out
[?]
I'm the man of the house
Charles got kicked the fuck out

'Bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm so about it
Got the shoebox stashed, still don't need no damn accountant
I'm a five-star crook and my Jew bitch look Italian
Hella boys in this bitch, toss yo' ass up like a salad
I'm just blowing Berry Kush, fuck with me then you wilding
I'm a coach of this shit, got five plays on my line
Man, I don't ever come late, for the cake, I'm on time and
[?] in this bitch, got your bitch so excited, little ho